Let me to be a mom for a while

May 26, 2009 in Daily theme

Last days I’m busy with the old photo albums. I have recovered a lot of old images that I had forgotten. Among them I found, modesty aside, this beautiful portrait of my soon (my computer soon) Marc. Well in the end I am a mom

Uno se cree
que los mató el tiempo y la ausencia.
Pero su tren
vendió boleto de ida y vuelta.

Son aquellas pequeñas cosas,
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel o en un cajón.

Como un ladrón
te acechan detrás de la puerta.
Te tienen tan
a su merced como hojas muertas
que el viento arrastra allá o aquí…
Que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando nadie nos ve.

One might have thought
That time and absence left them forsaken.
But on their train
A round-trip ticket’s what they’ve taken.

They are those little things left over
From a time when we were in clover,
Stuck in a nook,
Or in a drawer, or in a book.

Just like a thief,
They hide behind the door while spying.
They have you at
Their mercy, very much like dying
Leaves that the wind blows here and there…
And with a sadly smiling air
They make us cry
When there is no one watching nearby.

Hasta otra